Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2004 11:26:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: "( )"
Subject: Big Cock - Encounters
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The word "daddy" and "boy" refer to role-play only.
Both characters are well over eighteen. This is purely a work of
fiction.
Big Cock
Siktici Copyright 2004
"Yeah, I like big cocks, but I'm no queen," I said to the tall daddy,
with a squared jaw and buzz cut. He met me leaving County Line's
backroom.
"Well, I'm your man," he said and pulled from his unzipped
jeans an impressive cock, despite its flaccid state. His balls sat puffy
in his big hand as he held the whole package up to the dim light.
"It's bigger when it's angry," he said and wiped away the come that
dangled from my goatee. The gesture not only intrigued me but also
caused my drippy cock to grow.
"Interested?" He asked.
"Why me?" I asked.
"Easy. You look hot, and from what I saw back in the
backroom, you suck like a nursing baby."
"I like you already," I said. "Let's have a beer and talk
it over."
"Yeah, let's do that," he said, rubbing my ass, "but at my
place. I don't put on no show."
My look of concern caused him to add, "Don't worry; fuckin'
a hot ass is the only thing that gets me off. I don't wanna do any wild
shit."
"Shoot," I said, "I was hoping you did."
His smile expanded his goatee, his green eyes sparkled in the
light, and his grin of straight white teeth caused deep dimples to form
at the corners of his mouth.
I have always been hot for tall daddy-types, especially those who kept
reasonably fit. But the qualities that wink my asshole are their deep
voices, their masculinity, and their quiet confidence.
This daddy had all three, and each time he spoke, the space behind my
balls vibrated.
"You driving?" He asked, as he led me through the forest of cowboys
and a few leathermen. But he wore denim, nothing but denim. The cotton
shirt, denim jacket, and jeans over keen-toed boots enhanced his look as
a man in the driver's seat. And I guess I resided somewhere between a
backseat passenger and riding shotgun.
I did ride shotgun on our way to his house. Occasionally, I looked at
his ruggedness, his lanky body, with legs so long that he stirred between
his knees. I ran my hand along the surface of his leg and up his cotton
shirt. Under it, I could feel the furry warmth of his stomach and the
slight ripple of abdominals. He looked over and a flashed dimpled
smile. My ass winked several times.
His condo held minimal furnishings, soft light glowed in corners, and
luscious plants sat here and there. He went to the kitchen for beer and
I sat on a leather couch as smooth as my hairless ass.
"Nice house," I said when he returned.
"Thanks," he said, searched my eyes, and covered my mouth a warm with
kiss. As short as the kiss was, it took my breath away. I drank my beer
and again felt my ass wink, but this time my cock pulsed along with it.
"So, why aren't you taken?" I asked. "A big strappin' daddy like
you."
"Who says I'm not?" he asked, and then leaned in again to take my
breath away.
"Then you do have a lover," I said.
"I don't want to talk about me," he said.
My expression asked for explanation.
"You want the story or you want this hard cock?" He asked.
"Can't I have both?"
"No. It's one or the other. You choose." Then he placed my hand on
his angrier cock.
"It's hard^Åhard to decided, that is," I said, "but I'm choosing the
cock.
He grinned, grabbed my hand, and led me to the bedroom furnished just as
minimally.
"Don't sit down or take off your clothes until I come out," he said
from the bathroom.
I stood in silence. When he returned, my mouth formed an "O". Silky
black hair occupied his entire body. Spiraling out like blowing wheat,
it ringed bushiest around his cock, fought for space around his torso,
and gathered in tuffs between his pecs. The silkiness of it shone in the
light, as wave upon wave cascaded over his shoulders and down his arms.
Small islands of it sat on his feet.
And although I drooled at the sight of a severely furry man, my mouth had
formed the "O" at the sight of his cock. It had grown to a size that
brought to mind the fertility gods I spotted in New Orleans' French
Market. Topped by a large dark-red hood, his cock speared northward,
un-phased by gravity. One large vein sent tributaries along the shaft
that resembled a double-barrel rifle.
"This is when they run," he said with an expression that had softened
from the one he displayed in the bar.
"But that's not what I'm going to do," I said and walked into his
furry arms.
"So you're staying?" He asked.
"Is a pig ass pork?" I asked with a sly grin.
"Well, I don't know," he said. "I've never eaten one."
"Oink," I said.
And we both laughed.
We kissed as I slid my hand along his cock. The length of it intoxicated
me. He fingered my ass, causing the lips to fold out in a small donut.
And it occurred to me that if heaven did exist, I had found it on earth.
He broke the kiss because I couldn't. My mind and body had become an
instrument and I wanted him to play me. "Wait a second," he said and
took from a nearby closet a small black chair with a commode seat and no
bowl. I used this on special occasions," he said. "Sit down and let
me taste some pork."
His tongue in my hole sent shivers to the top of my head and the tips of
my toes. Their trips along my surface made me quiver, made my cock pulse
precome, and turned my body into one big nerve ending. He flicked aside
folds and stabbed areas never touched. And at each probe, my hole
expanded beyond limits I thought impossible.
"A talented hole," he said between explorations.
His words brought from me mounting desire, and his slow and loving
technique contrasted sharply to any rimming encounter I had experienced.
"You fucker," I said. "Eat my hole, daddy." The words came from my
core; they came naturally and eagerly; and they came as if from a far off
place. If I had tried to script them, I was sure I wouldn't recall
their phrasings.
I don't know how long he worked my ass. Time didn't matter, but it had
to be considered. Morning always came to soon when an encounter became
more than cursory.
"I'm gonna fuck that ass, boy. I'm gonna fuck it hard and deep. Can
you take it?"
"Yeah, daddy," I said, my words coated in lust.
"Tell me, boy. Beg me for it."
"I want you cock, daddy."
"I don't believe you, boy," he said while moving me to the bed and
motioning for me to get on my back.
I presented my ass to be used. "What do you want me to do?" The words
didn't come from my mind; they came from my ass.
He grabbed lube fro a nightstand. "I'm gonna make that hole nice and
squishy, boy," he said between shallow breaths of lust. I felt his
fingers gently enter my hole with large dollops of lube. His fingers
coaxed my asslips into spreading wider.
"Nice and warm in there," he said, and then He moved between my legs
like a grizzly ready to maul me. Taking a heel in each hand, he raised
my legs in a "V," but never looked from my eyes. I watched as his grin
appear and disappear, interrupted only by the effort of getting us in
position.
Slowly and smoothly, he entered my ass until I felt of his cock head
plopped through my entrance. A dull aching moved to a sensation of
fullness, a fullness that brought more expansion. I felt like a balloon
beyond its capacity. And still his cock moved into me until I thought
like the balloon I would burst.
"Yeah, baby, you taking all of daddy's cock," he said as he continued
to hold my legs in the air and slowly moved back and forth. My ass
clamped and released his cock that was so deep in me I'm sure he felt my
heartbeat.
"Oh!" I realized had had more cock to move into me. He pushed forward
and my flesh moved aside to allow him to move even deeper into me. I
felt as if I were inching a fireman's pole into my ass.
"There," he said between big grins, "I knew you could take it all.
"Finally, I found you."
What he said really hadn't registered. I focused on the incredible
fullness in my ass. I closed my eyes as he again moved in short strokes.
Each stroke, however, became longer and his breathing grew shallower. I
felt his silky hair on the back of my legs as he tucked them on each side
of his torso. For the moment, he seemed content with moving deep in my
ass.
Occasionally, I opened my eyes to see his grin come and go as he mumbled
his own desires.
"Fuck me daddy, I said. I need it hard, I need it deep."
Wordlessly, he pushed my knees to my chest, half-stood and half crouched,
and in one smooth motion, pushed his cock into my ass until his balls
rested just under my hole. He moved his pelvis in slow circles before
rising to start again.
I cried out at the fullness in my ass and moaned at the relief of his
retreat. Desperately, I wanted to grab my cock, but stroking it would
surely make me come.
But he began the long stroke by pulling his cock's head to my entrance,
before pushing it all the way in. And each time he did, his pace
quicken. Movement, graceful and masculine, sent me above myself. Each
thrust and retreat moved me higher and higher. And just when I thought I
could go no higher, I squirted watery come over my face, into my opened
mouth, and all over my chest.
"That's what I wanted to see," he said and quickened his pace even
more. "Now it's daddy turn."
"Come in me, daddy. Fill my hole with come," I said. Turned on by the
sight of his cock sliding in and out of my ass and watching his grin
appear and disappear under beautiful green eyes, I watched as my cock
hardened. I began to stroke toward another orgasm.
His body stiffened, he bared his teeth, and pain flashed across his face,
as the first of his load shot into me. "Here comes daddy," he said in
what in any other situation would have seemed a cliché. But his
declaration being my daddy was the impetus to bring my cock to eruption.
Load after hot load filled my quivering ass and I sprayed come over my
chest and stomach. Each downward thrust from him pulsed another flowed
into me. And little by little, we slowed to happy fatigue.
He lowered his hairy body over mine and we kissed at that moment when it
meant more than putting a period at the end of a sentence. With my legs
over my head and his hairy body lightly resting on me, we kissed and
breathed until he found the strength to withdraw and lay beside me.
I waited for him to change. Even after the most passionate encounters, I
have had men to crave my absence. I prepared for an explanation of early
commitment, but nuzzling my neck, he whispered the question, "You want
to stay the night?"
"I thought you had a story you didn't want told," I said, not
realizing I who had changed. I had prepared for early dismissal and
hadn't noticed the sincerity of his words.
"Well, I did say that, but^×"
"That usually meant that there was someone else," I said.
"I never said that."
"That's true," I said.
"Listen," he said after a long sigh, "when you look like I do, it's
best to protect yourself."
"Protect yourself? From what?" I asked.
"Most guys are either put off by my hair or scared away by my cock."
He covered his eyes with an arm. Silence hung between us.
"I understand if you have to go," he said.
Hearing sadness in his words, I rose to one elbow, removed his arm, and
looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes. "I promised myself if I
ever got to heaven, I would never leave."
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